I am a millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of Aids and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world; an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel: sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother, my asshole father, the press, and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped. Two days later, I was back in class like nothing happened. I mean that must’ve hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that and I was like, “let’s go for Jamba Juice”. I would give everything I have, or will ever have, just to feel pain again. To hurt.